A Poem by The Creation

I've been away... I've learnt too much of the miseries of life... I could not stay away... So let me share my words with you all once again.


An empty canvas,

A colorless page,

A creator and his created,

The beauty growing with age,

The serene look,

Of a wordless book,

And still without the need…

Of a heart.


But where is this intended to start?

The sky? The earth?

Shaping stick figures in the dirt?

Should it be blue or red?

Filled with life or death?

Should it bring happiness and joy?

Or should misery fill its face?

Needless questions for an obvious start,

Make it a man… no; a boy,

And make him without a heart,

Make him clumsy and frail,

Without a voice and destined to fail,

Make him without a will to be,

But most of all,

Make him me.


So, draw me into existence,

And paint me to life,

Every heartache; every achievement,

Every moment of strife,

Coat me with the colors of love, hate and jealousy,

Make these things a part of me,

And when you’ve finished this work,

And have deemed it ‘perfect,’

Place it between where good and evil intersect,

Let it choose whom it shall be,

And then if you would,

Paint her next to me,

So that I may know the way,

And if I may ask,

If you’d be so kind,

To give me a heart to love her,

At least for just one day.

© 2014 The Creation

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The Creation

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This work is perfect, i am fortunate to have found it

Posted 9 Years Ago

The Creation

9 Years Ago

Ty for your warm words.

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Added on April 8, 2014
Last Updated on May 6, 2014
Tags: Love, Hate, Beauty, Imperfect, Colorless


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